Angelina wiped her mouth elegantly after finishing her meal. She could tell that one of the people was staring at her.
"Stop staring at me in that way. Your hot gaze has the potential to burn my soul."
Lucy shifted her gaze. "Angelina, our meal is finished. Can we get out of here?"
Angelina leaned against the back of the chair lazily. Her posture indicated that she did not wish to leave her seat. "Why are you in such a rush to leave this place? I'm in a great mood today and in the mood for something sweet. Let's get something to eat." She handed the menu over to her personal nann... er, I meant Andrew.
Andrew eagerly accepted the menu and began to browse it.
Lucy slapped the table and greeted her teeth. "Angelina, don't make fun of me. You know I'm already feeling uneasy sitting here in this outfit. But now you're teasing me. Why did you make me dress so casually in a white T-shirt and denim? I am looking completely out of the place."
